A short summary of what my holiday was...

I should really make a tee shirt saying "I survived the death trip to Mudgee for another year!" Yes, that time of grandparent visiting is finally over. I spent my entire holidays minus a day or two (which I spent mostly sleeping) out in the middle of nowhere doing absolutey nothing but being constantly frustrated by my cousin who has this weird obbsession with being near me (don't ask me why.)The real threat was the driving. I sure am surprised that I returned intact and unscathed. The drive back home was seriously like hell on wheels. After visiting someone who was sick for a meer two hours, I contracted their cold and so for nearly twelve straight hours I was a snotty tired mess being repeatively kicked in the back through my seat by my sister while Sting was blaring through the car speakers to my mothers delight and to my ABSOLUTELY DEFINATE HORROR. IF I EVER GET THE SMALLEST CHANCE, I AM GOING TO MURDER STING SO VIOLENTLY AND SLOWLY THAT I WILL BECOME SO INFAMOUS AND BLOODY FANTASTIC THAT THE LOYAL CITIZENS OF THE LAND WHERE ONLY REAL MUSIC EXISTS WILL THROW ME A FRICKIN' PARADE.